Alright. This is it. The Panic at the Disco story!
I fixed it so it now has Chapters
Also that it isn't that hard to read.
Thanks For Reading
Ryan came running through the door, tears running down his face. "Ryan, what's wrong?" Jon came up to him. Ryan took a deep breath while trying to find his voice. "Wh-where's Brendan?" "He's in his room,"
Ryan ran down the hall of the hotel. When he got to Brendan's room, he knocked lightly. "Hold on!" He heard things being knocked over then, finally, the door opened. "Ryan…" Brendan was soon cut off by Ryan slamming into his chest, crying his eyes out.
"Whoa, Ryan, what's wrong?" Brendan backed up, bring Ryan with him, and shut the door. "Ryan, what happened?" "Brendan my dad… he-he…" Brendan wrapped his arms around Ryan. "He what?"
"He found out about-about us…" He paused for a moment. "So he hit me an-and then … he-he raped me, Brendan," Ryan broke down, falling to the floor with Brendan. "Ryan, Ryan look at me," Brendan grabbed his face and turned it towards his own. "It's okay, we can get through this, now we have a photo to take, come on,"
Brendan let go of Ryan and started to walk to the door. "Brendan… please don't leave me alone," He opened the door wide enough for his head to fit. "Spencer, get Ryan's make up person please," Spencer nodded and ran off. Brendan sighed and walked back to Ryan. "We'll do your make up her, okay?" Ryan nodded and leaned on Brendan. A knock interrupted them.
"Brendan, open the door, I have Stacy here," He opened the door. "Thank you, Spencer," Stacy walked over to Ryan. "Hey Ryan, we have to hurry, you have to be out there in a minute," He smiled and took the make up.
The band walked down the hall, Brendan holding Ryan's hand the whole time. "Alright, everyone in front of the green screen! Brendan, you are in the middle, Spencer next to him, Ryan on the other side and Jon next to Ryan!" The photographer noticed that Brendan and Ryan were holding hands. "Brendan, Ryan, come here," The two walked into the corner with the photographer.
"What's with the love connections, people might think something," Ryan's grip tightened. Brendan looked over at him then back at the photographer. "It's personal and we don't care," The man looked between the two. "Okay, let's get this over with,"
The pictures were taken and each member went back to their rooms. Ryan didn't want to be alone, so he stayed with Brendan. They laid in bed, not sleeping, for about thirty minutes before Ryan said something. "Brendan?" "What?" "I love you," Brendan looked over to him and smiled, kissing him on the lips. It soon grew into something much more. Brendan stopped the kiss. "We shouldn't do this when you just got raped, Ryan!" "Brendan, all I can think of is my dad, please I need this," Brendan kissed him once again. In the lobby of the hotel a man asked for Brendan's room number. "May I ask who are?" "I'm Ryan Ross' father,"
"Oh okay, its room 425," Ryan's father jumped into the elevator and went up to the fourth floor. Room 425 had the "do not Disturb" sigh on the door knob. Mr. Ross listened closely to the door. Moaning and whimpering were heard. He got pissed and quietly opened the door. A security guard saw this and ran over to him.
"Excuse me sir you can't go in there," The guard pulled him away from the door and threw him out of the hotel. "Ryan…" Mr. Ross walked away. Ryan looked at him as he walked away. Brendan walked up behind him and kissed his shoulder. "I love you," Ryan smiled and closed the shad. "Thank you," He wrapped his arms around Brendan. "I love you too," Brendan sighed and kissed him. "Come on, we have a concert tomorrow," They both fell asleep.